What if you opened a dunking donuts in Ancient Greece?

What if you open to Dunkin' Donuts in Ancient Greece? Day 1. You arrive in Ancient Greece carrying flour, sugar, and an iron pot. Greek market smell like fish and dog shit. These guys only eat plain bread. You prepare the dough and roll it up into small rings and drop them into hot oil. The dough starts to bubble and turn golden. You cover them with your thick, fluid, colorful toppings. People gather around and stare at you. Day 2. You set up near a landmark. People line up at your stall. They call them rings of the gods. A man takes a bite. He almost faints with happiness. He tells you to put the doughnuts in the bag. He takes home 20 by sunset. The sugar rush kicks in. The city doesn't sleep. Day 3. The city is addicted. People walk around holding bags of doughnuts. Philosophers start debating with frosting all over their robes. The demand doesn't stop. Gladiators chase the sugar rush before training. Week 1. You're minding your business frying doughnuts. Fucking Socrates comes to rage bait you. He asks, does the doughnut control the man? Or does the man control the doughnut? You want to throw the fucking oil at him. But at this point you give up, you just hand him his doughnuts. He calls you a good boy and walks away happy this time he won. Month 3. The lines are bigger than Socrates' head. You send a proposal to the Emperor for a bigger shop. The Emperor takes one bite and immediately builds you a Dunkin' doughnuts. Now you don't have to lift a finger. Workers do everything for you. Donuts become a Greek obsession. Year 1. Athens is now the doughnut capital. You've achieved a doughnut empire. Greece no longer runs on plain bread. It runs on sugar and thick white sauce. You didn't just bring doughnuts. You changed Greek culture.